Popular Poetry: a Selection of Pieces Old and New, Adapted for General UseBurns & Lambert, 1862 - Всего страниц: 220 |
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... earth hath lost Her snow - white robes , and now no more the frost Candies the grass , or calls an icy cream Upon the silver lake , or crystal stream ; But the warm sun thaws the benumbéd earth , And makes it tender ; gives a second ...
... earth hath lost Her snow - white robes , and now no more the frost Candies the grass , or calls an icy cream Upon the silver lake , or crystal stream ; But the warm sun thaws the benumbéd earth , And makes it tender ; gives a second ...
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... earth , warm , wakened , feels through every vein The kindling influence of the vernal rain . Now silvery streamlets , from the mountain stealing , Dance joyously the verdant vales along ; Cold fear no more the songster's tongue is ...
... earth , warm , wakened , feels through every vein The kindling influence of the vernal rain . Now silvery streamlets , from the mountain stealing , Dance joyously the verdant vales along ; Cold fear no more the songster's tongue is ...
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... earth's loosened mould The sapling draws its sustenance , and thrives ; Though stricken to the heart with winter's cold , The drooping tree revives . The softly - warbled song Comes from the pleasant woods , and coloured wings Glance ...
... earth's loosened mould The sapling draws its sustenance , and thrives ; Though stricken to the heart with winter's cold , The drooping tree revives . The softly - warbled song Comes from the pleasant woods , and coloured wings Glance ...
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... earth is gay , For at last old Winter is quite away : He lingered a while in his cloak of snow , To see the delicate primrose grow , He saw it , and made no longer stay- And now it is May ! it is May ! It is May ! it is May ! And we ...
... earth is gay , For at last old Winter is quite away : He lingered a while in his cloak of snow , To see the delicate primrose grow , He saw it , and made no longer stay- And now it is May ! it is May ! It is May ! it is May ! And we ...
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... earth , and soars beyond the stars . Dear sister , so let our short day be spent , That when our sun is set , its parting beams May shine on years yet distant ; and when Time Has whelmed us in the wreck of all that's gone , Our rising ...
... earth , and soars beyond the stars . Dear sister , so let our short day be spent , That when our sun is set , its parting beams May shine on years yet distant ; and when Time Has whelmed us in the wreck of all that's gone , Our rising ...
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Amid Barry Cornwall Bay of Biscay beauty bells bird bless bloom blow bower boys breast breath breeze bright brow busy bee cheerful clouds cold cottage creeping everywhere dark dear deep delight dost doth dreary dwell earth Eliza Cook Erin go bragh eyes fair fairy flowers gale gentle glow golden grave green happy Hark hast hath hear heard heart heaven hour icicles icy tower land laugh lay a-thinking leaves light little tree lonely Longfellow loud lullaby Mary Howitt merrily merry morn mountain never night o'er peace poor rain reapers rest roar rocks round sail shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul sound Southey Spring star storm stream summer sunset tree thee thou toil vale village weaver voice warm wave wayward wind weary whistling wild wind wing WINTER woods
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Стр. 182 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells Of the bells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells In the clamor...
Стр. 182 - Iron bells ! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels ! In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone ! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people — ah, the people — They that dwell up in the steeple...
Стр. 61 - You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing.
Стр. 72 - O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No Nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt. Among Arabian sands...
Стр. 85 - Tis a note of enchantment; what ails her? She sees A mountain ascending, a vision of trees; Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide, And a river flows on through the vale of Cheapside.
Стр. 181 - Hear the loud alarum bells — Brazen bells! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
Стр. 106 - He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; .' It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. '' My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The Reaper said, and smiled ; 4.
Стр. 135 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Стр. 107 - Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
Стр. 181 - Oh, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells ! How it swells ; — how it dwells On the Future ! how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells...